Today, work has been been relentless (on the mind, and the body; especially the legs).
Today, the soft toys reminded me of her.
Today, I'd hoped she'd pass by. She didn't.
Today, the knowledge of receiving a Christmas card made personally from my best buddy didn't exactly excite me. At all.
Today, I grew scared. And sick. Of how work would be like in the future. Just like today.
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